Thursday, 1 September 2011

Bog geography

A map on a rectory wall:
Once as potent as the chalice.
The red dots
Anointed places of execution
Are faded pink
A dimming constellation of loss,
A rolled over roll call,
A fallow murderscape,
A local travesty
One could navigate by lunchtime
Needing any more death
Like a hole in the head

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